“In the 1890s, when Freud was in the dawn of his career, he was struck by how many of his female patients were revealing childhood [sexual] victimization to him. Freud concluded that child sexual abuse was one of the major causes of emotional disturbances in adult women and wrote a brilliant and humane paper called “The Aetiology of Hysteria.” However, rather than receiving acclaim from his colleagues for his ground-breaking insights, Freud met with scorn. He was ridiculed for believing that men of excellent reputation (most of his patients came from upstanding homes) could be perpetrators of incest.
Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology… Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for… This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.”

― Lundy Bancroft

(via proletarianprincess)

read this carve it into your brains permanently etch it into your skulls r e a d  t h i s

(via miss-mizi)

i don’t know how to deal with this

(via transhumanisticpanspermia)

(Source: womensliberationfront)

“If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.”
— Zora Neale Hurston (via thechanelmuse)

(Source: noldarling)

Never forget
When your classmates wrinkled their noses at the scent of your lunch still lingering on your clothes,
Even though their ancestors had conquered half the world in search of the spices you ate.

Never forget
How they jeered at your mother’s bindi, making crude jokes about how ridiculous it looked on her,
And after ten years, how they all wore the exact same ornament on their own foreheads to keep up with the current trends.

Never forget
When they repeatedly stumbled over the sharp letters which formed your name, forcing you to repeat yourself several times before giving up;
Only to have those very letters tattooed on their own flesh, in a language they do not comprehend.

Always remember
Your culture belongs to you,
Not to them.

— Muneeb Hasan [08.10.14] (via muneebb)

Where did you get those big eyes?

My mother.

And where did you get those lips?

My mother.

And the loneliness?

My mother.

And that broken heart?

My mother.

And the absence, where did you get that?

My father.

— Inheritance, Warsan Shire (via sirenelena)

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le-pinard:

happy and sad at the same time and it’s a beautiful but heartbreaking feeling

“while other girls put roses in their hair,
i was told to wrap thorns around my neck.
delicacy was reserved for the ivory,
brutality served to brown beauties.”
— flower child  (via brownpeopleproblems)

nayyirahwaheed:

from nejma by nayyirah waheed

“Don’t you dare
Shrink yourself
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow.”
m.v., Advice to my future daughter, #2.  (via thepathofabeliever)
“Angela, hear me out. It’ll only take a minute. I read the same books as you, I listen to the same music, and I go to the same movies so when I tell you how I feel it is not just words.”
— Shawn Hunter, Boy Meets World (via sophiaphile)

You don’t know it, but

Sometimes, I go to a hill that overlooks
the landscape’s mask of city lights
For a sip of momentary grace.
On this brink of everything I know, I can gain
An eyeful of the lost Atlantis in the human soul,
And a breath that fills my lungs with the air between two stars.

If right now, you
Were to capture this elation
In the framework of your mind,
Or find transcendence through these words,
Then at most you would know
Nothing
Of the beauty your existence throws to me.
For mine is a love no experience,
No thought, no measure, no words
Could ever degrade into reality by virtue of degree.

— By Rider Strong (via clarinetgirl16)